Marvel

[Ghf] Yeah

[RZA] Word... these bitches be buggin God

Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin

[Ghf] Yeah, check it out y'all one two

We back up in this joint! What?

Check the fly shit... yeah

Don't black out on me

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout

Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout

Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim

Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian

She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress

Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress

She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing

With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline

She's a big girl now, with a body that growl

Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds

Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad

Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor

Little kids daydream of humping wildflower

Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera

Verse Two: RZA

Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips

Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing

blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats

Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo

the heat is on, never too black or too strong

In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform

Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades

The arena now present, de event of the decade

Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves

extensions, nails Friday, just got paid

Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family

That shines Godly light

Upon this hip-hop artform, yo Dunn

We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung

Never bust premature for sure

You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch

deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration

Causes stomach inflation

Patiently waiting nine months for deportation

Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune

Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb

It's a black hole for those who lose control

Fertile soil before you are wise

And spoiled many men and took many lives

And all you brothers changed sides